Verse 1 – DJ Eternal)

So you say I don’t look like a rapper
My pants don’t sag and you ain’t never seen me wear my hat backwards
Anyone can dress and play actor
But until your [bad word] is mastered
Looks don’t matter
I see you posted up in ya’ fresh new gear
Tryna’ look fly like the next dude here
But I ain’t gotta’ try cus’ I already am
Center stage fly as [bad word] with a mic in my hand
You rhymin’ and you ride while [bad word] in the booth
I’m pressin’ CD’s you bought gold for ya’ tooth
You walkin’ and you talk like you got somethin’ to prove
But you ain’t done [bad word] man you got nothin’ to lose
Meanwhile Anti-Crew’s makin’ some noise
Cus’ my beats bang harder than all of your boys
And if you wanna’ start trouble we can seek and destroy
FlareThaRebel Mac Eternal takin’ out ya’ convoy

Everybody wannabe the next big thing
Rhymin’ on the corner wit’ the next kid’s dream
Tryna’ play the part but you just don’t get it
You talk about the life, we live it

(Verse 2 – FlareThaRebel)

It’s kinda’ funny cus’ my pants do sag at times
But that ain’t got a [bad word] thing to do with any of my rhymes
So give it up to cats
Serious about the craft
Never been a question about us so you ain’t even gotta’ ask
If we rock them shows like avalanches
Be the main reason ya’ crew’s leavin’ scared to take chances
I make you think twice
Bout’ tryna step right
Everyone makes mistakes yours was touchin’ a mic
So tell me, if you the illest and the top of ya game without a rival
Then why do you sound exactly like your idol
Who you think you foolin’ seriously without any merit
Cus’ honestly we see right through you ya’ transparent
So forget what you heard or think the fact is
Better off with showbiz
I’m lethal like Mac is
Plus ya’ timid
Probably relyin’ on gimmicks
You spittin’ nothin’ but saliva I ain’t hearin’ no lyrics

Everybody wannabe the next big thing
Rhymin’ on the corner wit’ the next kid’s dream
Tryna’ play the part but you just don’t get it
You talk about the life, we live it

(Verse 3 – Mac Lethal)

These days rappers ain’t saggin’ in their pants
they’re saggin’ in their chest
their flesh is all flabby, it’s a mess
they’re lazy, having calorie fests
because they didn’t get adequate rest
and now they’re rather depressed
wabadoo Anti-Crew got a new beat to hobble to
an avenue to do things to bother you
rantin’ to your buddy as i’m handlin’ the money stash
 [bad word]  from the phantom with the bloody mask
and i’m back with the Anti-Crew
money can buy love, it just can’t buy [bad word] 
you can brand my youth with your corporate pentagrams
but dorks at Scribble Jam’ll tell you ’bout the fans that group up for personal attacks
it’s funnier than *** when he was rapping [bad word] for the Gap
I say it just to spite these punks
it’s dumber that the sick obsession with collectin’ Nike Dunks
you got the new Danger in your disc changer
but you walk around town with your rare pair of sweatshop-labor-made shoes
well [bad word] Neo-Soul and [bad word] you, and [bad word] me cause I do it too
the difference is, I guess, I don’t claim to have a heart sittin’ in my chest
I think the taste of nicotine is fresh, so the cig is in my hand
and I was never much of a notorious big fan so click bam (bye)

Ya’ll can keep talkin’
Talkin’
Ya’ll can keep talkin’
Talkin’
Ya’ll can keep talkin’
Talkin’
Talkin’
Talkin’
Talkin’
Cus’ you just don’t get it

Everybody wannabe the next big thing
Rhymin’ on the corner wit’ the next kid’s dream
Tryna’ play the part but you just don’t get it
You talk about the life, we live it